The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Waves, softly lapping
Dappled light wanders.
Across the lush, verdant grass
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
I wish it was when cold winter days were naught but a memory.
Waves softly lapping. Across the lush, verdant grass, dappled light wanders.
The night air’s cold hand reaches down and pulls my breath in shards from my chest.
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